The World Assembly Strangers' Bar

[Astro-Malsitari WA Seat]

"The W.A. Stranger's Bar? You wanna go in there? What the fuck for?" Dingus tried to find a clean spot on his greasy tunic to wipe his hands but gave up when he felt something moist.

Gimmi grinned, showing his tooth. "Y'know, it wouldn't hurt ya to widen yer horizons a bit! Always stuck down dere in da hole. Shovelin'. I heard tell some right interestin' folks wander in and outta dere!"

"Yeah. Interestin'. Dat's the word. I'd be willin' to bet that the cops are interested in some of 'em, too. No, not a good place to hang out."

"Aw c'mon Ding! Let's go check it out at least. My cousin's neighbor's brother-in-law said dey got the best meat pies in town. And somethin' they call Pink Tacos. Sounds yummy, eh?"

Dingus shook his head. "You go iffn ya want. I'll stay out here. If you come back in relatively decent shape, then I might consider it."

Dingus waved at him. "OK, Chickenshit! Y'all just wait and see!" He headed across the rutted, mud-caked street and went up the steps to the bar. As he peeked over the swinging doors..............

Giovanni peered out the door. "Damn. The fifth floor hallway has really become quite a dump, hasn't it? Who tracked in all this mud from outside and then rutted around in it?"

[Hittanryan]

"Then you could of moved and what you just said you hate for pretty much describes him, and I'm pretty sure a lead salad would make him less reckless and infuriating and from what I've noticed so far, how is the WA even professional we have ghosts flying around, fries cover the bar floor and I have tried yelling over this stuff." Simone replied.

Erin rolled her eyes, seeing that the conversation was going nowhere and was largely lost on the bizarre delegates. "Yeah, because extreme violence solves all of life's little problems." After that, she got up and moved to the other side of the bar. "Hate is a bit too strong a word, I think," Friedman said to the two. "Still doesn't change the fact that you forgave Sergei for trying to shoot you way too easily."

[Soviet Canuckistan]

"So I love him, right Sergei and he loves me, and our love can transcend the odd psychotic break down." Simone replied and then finally Sergei commented "The b**** moved, YES, Friedman, you have to be free like the win and not let her tie you down."

[Hittanryan]

"So I love him, right Sergei and he loves me, and our love can transcend the odd psychotic break down." Simone replied and then finally Sergei commented "The b**** moved, YES, Friedman, you have to be free like the win and not let her tie you down."

A snowball impacted the side of Sergei's head. Bewildered, Friedman patted his pockets until Erin yelled "I HEARD that Sergei..." "Huh, guess we have one thing in common after all. Anyway, this is some Twilight shit going on here." At this point, Friedman felt no need to explain the fact that he was happily married, and decidedly not to Erin, nearly 15 years his junior. It seemed safe to assume the exact opposite was true of any relationship advice gleaned from these two.

[Soviet Canuckistan]

Sergei yelled "Hey b****, you want something to write home about." he then threw a baseball at her head.

[Sathera]

Sergei yelled "Hey b****, you want something to write home about." he then threw a baseball at her head.

Hans was just about to order another drink when he heard the sound of commotion nearby. Turning his head, he just nearly saw what appeared to be a baseball whiz by. Hans stepped off the bar stool and walked closer. "Is everything all right in there?"

[Soviet Canuckistan]

"Just me being happy she moved, she bring a bad vibe to the place." Sergei commented.

[Ardchoille]

"Just me being happy she moved, she bring a bad vibe to the place." Sergei commented.

"She brings a bad vibe to the place?" queried Lillian Thompson, a minor star of Madame Zamunda's who had wandered into the Bar for Dicey's industrial relations discussion with her constituents. "Seriously, sir, that's really not cricket. This, however, is!"

Leaping onto the counter just in front of Erin, she executed a magnificent defensive six that sent the baseball into the rafters, where the Man-Eating Octopus still held sway.

"Now there's an idea," said Violet. "A Bar cricket team! Healthy minds in healthy bodies, and all that!"

"But not with baseballs," complained Lillian. "Too big. Where's the skill in that?"

[The Republic of Lanos]

*Candle Jack strolls in* Woah wait what? Flying baseballs? Ms. Dicey, what the hell is transpiring in the Bar?

In fact, what the hell is Sergei still doing alive? Does he get daily liver transplants?

[Soviet Canuckistan]

Sergei threw another baseball and ran out to the 3WB roof. Simone sighed "Here he goes again, and where would this cricket team play?"

OOC:Can I enter the Strangers Bar Cricket team in forum sports competitions?

[Sathera]

Hans could barely believe what was happening. "I'm sorry, you want to start a Cricket team, for a bar? And an International bar at that?"

[Soviet Canuckistan]

"Yes Hans, are you hard of hearing, we could get an interpreter for you for sign language." Simone replied. Suddenly, a flame ball of canine faces in a bag broke through a window, landing on Erin's head, meanwhile, Sergei was laughing on the top of the 3WB at his shot.

[Sathera]

"No," Hans replied, somewhat annoyed, "The idea just seems somewhat ridiculous to me, that is all."

[Soviet Canuckistan]

"No reason, to be pissed off Hans, I'll buy you a drink to calm your nerves." Simone replied.

[Hittanryan]

"Yes Hans, are you hard of hearing, we could get an interpreter for you for sign language." Simone replied. Suddenly, a flame ball of canine faces in a bag broke through a window, landing on Erin's head, meanwhile, Sergei was laughing on the top of the 3WB at his shot.

OOC: I wouldn't godmod if I were you...

The weapon neutralizer promptly turns the unpleasant projectile into a chocolate lab puppy. Friedman facepalms, yet again. "Now that's two pets Sergei's created by attempting to attack the bar. He doesn't get that you can't use weapons here, does he?" "Don't know, don't care," Erin remarked as she finished her drink, "best I can figure, he's mad I don't roll over and play dead. By the way, thank you ma'am, for the timely interference." Lillian had since moved on, Erin wasn't sure she heard her.

The puppy runs around excitedly until he suddenly spots Mikki. Friedman makes his way over to the jukebox and puts on "Showdown" by ELO.

[Sathera]

"I'm not pissed off!" Hans said while trying to find the right words in English. "I'm just trying to say a...forget it. I'll take you up on that free drink."

[Soviet Canuckistan]

"What do you want then, have I intruded myself yet." Simone responded.

[The National Front Disco]

"Now there's an idea," said Violet. "A Bar cricket team! Healthy minds in healthy bodies, and all that!"

David overhears this.

"Ooh, a cricket team. Young, strong, muscular bodies. That's sounds like a marvelous idea. Bruce and I could design the unis!"

Friedman makes his way over to the jukebox and puts on "Showdown" by ELO.

Hey that's danceable! Come on Bruce!

David and Bruce get up and begin dancing to ELO in a way that most people usually don't dance to ELO.

At the same time the people from the salon supply house arrive. David says "Down the hall on the right, just let yourself in. You can bring everything in through the back way. Niles should have given you a map".

He then refocuses his attention on the dancing, breaking out some late 70s moves that he learned by watching reruns of "Soul Train".

[Sathera]

"No, actually, I don't think so." Hans extended his hand. "Hans Schmidt, Ambassador of the Satherian Empire, pleased to meet you. And I'll take a Nordenhelm Mead, please."

[Soviet Canuckistan]

"No, you're designing unit after seeing that weird fashion parade and you are not touching my body"Sergei said with a wink to Simone during the body part on the statement"and please no dancing" Simone meanwhile found the puppy and the cat and held them near her then said "Neville, a Nordenheim Mead and another glass of Beaver Fields and I'm Simone Callier, Vice-Ambassador to the WA for Soviet Canuckistan and the Region of Minecraftia, and I'm sure you've seen Sergei, he's the ambassador for Soviet Canuckistan."


OOC: Didn't know if dog feces on fire counted as a weapon.

[Arbites]

A dark blonde-haired man enters the bar, dressed in a long overcoat. Around his neck hangs a religious symbol, which he reaches for and mutters a prayer under his breath. 'What a wretched den of unbelievers and sub-humans...' he thought, 'No matter, he is here somewhere...there.'

Inquisitor Ortega spots Friedman by the jukebox. He decides to toy with him a little, and walks into the bar nonchalantly.

[Hittanryan]

A dark blonde-haired man enters the bar, dressed in a long overcoat. Around his neck hangs a religious symbol, which he reaches for and mutters a prayer under his breath. 'What a wretched den of unbelievers and sub-humans...' he thought, 'No matter, he is here somewhere...there.'

Inquisitor Ortega spots Friedman by the jukebox. He decides to toy with him a little, and walks into the bar nonchalantly.

Feeling a draft, Friedman looks towards the doorway and replies "Oh shit..." Ortega was a sometime diplomat of the Ordo Pacificus and agent of the Inquisition. Friedman had to deal with him on a regular basis, unfortunately. For her part, Erin shrunk a little at the sight of him.

Deciding to irk the pious Inquisitor, Friedman changes the song to Sympathy for the Devil and walks up to him. "Well, if it isn't Ortega of the Ordo Coverourassicus. The Imperium is not a member of the WA and your religion forbids you from getting drunk. Can I assume you're looking for me?"

[The National Front Disco]

Friedman changes the song to Sympathy for the Devil

David and Bruce stop dancing and walk down the hall to check on the progress in the salon. Already the four chairs have been installed and the workers are busy installing mirrors and other fixtures such as the pedicure and cosmetics tables.

David: "Well this is coming right along. I'm really getting a feel for what sort of decor we'll need."

Bruce: "Black. Definitely black. I like the chrome accents on the furniture but we'll need to add some more little things here and there. The mirrors add a nice touch too. Maybe we should go a little overboard with those? Mirrors on the ceiling? And we'll need some reds too. Maybe some 30's art deco pieces on the walls.....hmmmm...eagles maybe...."

David: "I don't know. Remember that most of our clientèle will not be Nazis. We don't want them to be put off by the decor as soon as they step through the door. Lets go for a black, modern look, but not so much......Aryan. Maybe some golds and blues and earth tones to go with the black?"

[Arbites]

A smirk crossed the Inquisitor's face. "Yes, you may assume that. I realize this isn't the most appropriate setting, but I thought it was important for some of the wider international community to hear this. I'm sure you'll deny everything, as per usual, but we have more evidence that your regime is funneling resources to unbelievers in the western Imperium. Specifically, we have detained several sympathizers confirmed to be citizens of the Republic. We feel it is in their best interest for them to bear witness to the Imperial Truth."

Ortega makes his way over to the jukebox and yanks the power cord out of the wall. "Such noise. And what lewd behavior..." He grabs a few empty glasses and throws ice on the floor where David and Bruce are dancing. "Now then, shall we discuss terms of prisoner transfer? Our demands are simple, return the Imperial subjects living in Camp Liberty to our soil."

Finally, he approaches the bar. "Oh, and by the way, the Imperial Truth forbids drinking to excess. We're human, after all."

[Soviet Canuckistan]

Simone walked to the new salon and said "What are you two up to, you guys look busy, I know Sergei's been hard on you so how about I buy you both a drink?"